Bitter Countdown

It took me 2 years to get to know a person
I could really see a future with; a future firmly
stuck inside a crystal ball
And it’s been 123 days, 7 hours and 4 minutes since
you first mentioned her
The same moment I realised you
were slipping away faster than a
balloon in the wind
It’s been 78 days since you made her yours
and I was passed aside like a used tissue
as I once served a purpose for you but no more
It’s been 73 days since I lost my temper with you
for the smallest thing in the world and making
me look petty
It took 11 minutes to write this down
The same length of time it took me to realise
that we were not meant to be otherwise
you would’ve have stayed and not be tempted
by a passing glimpse of a curious stranger
It took exactly 1 second to get over you
and another to realise I was stuck on you
By our 3 year anniversary we will have had a life’s
history of the phases of love and I get to keep nothing
Only memories I can’t bear to think about
And we both know I’ll spend the time counting
how many days has passed since
I missed my chance

and you won’t spend a single second on that thought.

 

 

Little Ginge x

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Horror Scopes

Our horoscopes are incompatible

I must take this as a sign

There’s no good to come out of us

only the ‘horror’ in our prophecy

It will probably end in tears

mostly yours, not mine

They say I’m quick to wrath and anger

even quicker moving on

Whereas you’re a sensitive soul

Fall in love, deep

out, slowly

An apt description of our sex

I’m too fast to judge

and you like to take your time

frustration between the sheets.

They say opposites attract

but I feel like I’m repelling you like

my jacket with the rain

The sexual allure I once promised

flows quicker down the drain

I’m afraid they did warn us my dear

but they say I’m a risk taker

I’m just hoping that for once

you dive headfirst too

we’ll consider resurfacing later.

Little Ginge x

Voice Of Reason

Give me a word and I’ll say it twice

You may not want it but here’s my advice

If they really love you they’ll come back

And if they keep walking you’re on the wrong track.

Little Ginge x

Original Hollywood

Gore

Trap door

Gun in the knicker drawer

Fair maiden

Table laden

Lover forbaden

Repeat these phrases verbatim

Prostitute with a heart

Poor man creates pure art

Family needs a fresh start

Noble steed

Slaves freed

Posh men wear tweed

Hollywood has decreed

Rulers cruel

Pretty boy, fool

Bullying in the high-school

American sport, baseball

Drunk men brawl

Love conquers all

World cinema, forestall.

Little Ginge x

Hunger

Avoid the feeling like a puddle. Repressiveness;

what the British does best. Did I tell you that I might lay claim to

foreign lands or roots? That I might have ancestors that made Turkish boots?

Hover your foot over the surface, mimic me in silence

like the perfect mime. Stare me down like a cobra and unleash

some more longing. Starve me of your touch

Till I’m begging like the whore I want to be.

Try and dare to find out it’s true depths as it shimmers so delightfully

Drawing us in like the colourful transparency of a bubble

My fingers dance, stretching across this tiny wasteland of restraint

Yours twitch but don’t reach. Frustration.

The illusive space seems just as fragile as porcelain. I don’t want to break this

spell that I’ve cast over you lest you see all my imperfections too soon.

One day we’ll be brave enough to dip our toes into the unknown

And it’ll either be as shallow as a whale stuck in the harbour

Or. We’ll just keep falling further and further in love

and never reach the bottom. I need you

to say it back. Touch. Kiss.

Love.

Little Ginge x

 

 

Unwanted Affection

He wishes to buy me like a cow

Extol my virtue for a price

But he has failed to notice until now

That I do not roll like a dice

He tries to touch me for no reason

To try and show that me he’s keen

But once more and I’ll cry treason

Because no-one messes with this queen

He feels he can win me like a toy

At a childish fair

But if he tries the foolish boy

I’ll punish him with flair.

Little Ginge x

The Hunt

The eyes never leave and neither does the fear

Few people like to walk alone in the trees

Find a dog ahead, three days dead

Something stalks the wood that isn’t right in the head

An average godly man with his hand on a gun

Heard a sudden sound and nearly shot a loved one

Walking closer to Dante praying all the way

Stops in a clearing his eyes start to survey

Just barely making out the shapes in the gloom

Wishing he was back safe in the womb

The monster appears with no time to scream

And the man finds out that this is not a dream.

Little Ginge x

Model Lover

  1. Pretty did a Marilyn over an air vent; giggling like a pro

The smile faded when he said she could go

Sexy placed her thumbs provocatively in her undies

Looked up through her lashes; insolent young woman

Geek chic posed with a spade and wiped her brow dramatically

Propositioned him after the shoot; he declined naturally

  1. He spent his days in the dark making whores

Look like the kind of women your mother would want to know

Clicking and doctoring until he created perfection

Accurately displaying an obvious lack of human connection

He’d seen the world three times over, politely met the women

And wondered what else he could do before he reached madness itself

  1. Teenage looked directly down the lens terrified as a child

He had to throw up after they were done, feeling like a monster

Exotic strutted around the set in the clothes mother nature bestowed

Spoke no English and tried her best; produced a surprising fluke

Breasty flounced into the room and made unreasonable demands

Glanced at her pouty shots and threw them in the bin

  1. He was beyond the search for love until she walked into the room

She assumed he was her slave and told him what to do

Too awestruck to tell her otherwise he obeyed to woo

And when he succeeded he fell in love heart over tooth

But she left him for another man and refused to leave a note

The boy was broken beyond repair; a socket without a plug

  1. Ageing put the clothes on not a ripple of contempt

Waited for her train completing a crossword as she went

Celebrity fidgeted constantly and didn’t understand direction

Chattered about her yoga but wouldn’t take correction

Porn star had no shame and didn’t do demure

But she was good in the staff room, well at least that was the rumour

  1. He received a letter containing a contract of demands

Notified he was a father and outta act the role

So he did a rehaul and packed up all his things

Camera, memoirs and lingerie all went in the bin

A grin formed across his face and he tore all her photos off the wall

She might have caused him trouble but made a change after all.

Little Ginge x

Mary, Mary Quite Contrary

*Disclaimer: This poem should be taken with a pinch of salt and was not written to offend anyone’s religious beliefs etc.*

They say a Mary is contrary

But what does that make Joseph?

They never made a rhyme for him

But they wouldn’t, he’s a man

A woman needs a label right?

Must be judged for her sins

A virgin birth you must be joking

I reckon someone got there first

Yes they say a Mary is contrary

But her name also stands for bitter

She told a little fib

And now the world’s all- a- twitter.

Little Ginge x

Crossed Wires

He just knew

In the way I met his gaze

The blue met the grey

And did not defer

No words spoken

He understood

That the end neared

And we both shared

A smile

Of sweet relief

_____________________

She just knew

That I needed her eyes

To reassure me in

The darkness that loomed

Like an eagle overhead

She was finally there

Took my hand

And we shared

A look that said

I’m here

Little Ginge x